Date: Wed, 18 May 2011 13:05:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com> Subject: Dicked at Work 12 I am told a sissy is to be obedient to her man, and all her betters. I am trying to accept giving up any remaining maleness, but it's hard. That's where it helps to have a strong decisive men, or men, in your life. To show the weaker of us our way. Walt told me to clean the house a bit, in anticipation of a get together to be held on Saturday. When I asked nicely, timidly, for a bit more information I was just told not to worry about it and to do what I was told. Walt did tell me that a few men would be coming over for some kind of a cocktail party. I was instructed to go through his deceased mother's cooking book and to find some appetizers to make. Appetizers men would like, not sissy like mini-quiches or puff pastries. No fag food for Walt and his friends. I wondered who might be coming! I made my arrangements happily, thinking this was a chance for Walt and I to entertain as a couple. Since I've been living and working 24/7 as a female I've found myself settling into the role. I have had my moments of doubt and even wanted to stand up to both Walt and his Dad, even tried to speak up to them, but I have always been put into my place, with a cock soon in my mouth, or being pulled over a manly knee and spanked until I kicked my little flailing legs under a hot hand and promised to be good! As we sat last week, he on the couch naked with his legs spread and his cock bouncing about, me demurely sitting on the carpet before him with my cookbooks. You see as a sissy, not really male or female I am not allowed to sit on the furniture, some draconian rule Walt's dad imposed on me. It's not so bad, I do get to sit on the toilet of course, and can sleep in my bed. As I sat beneath him, the smell of his leaking cock teasing me, I would ask his opinions on menu choices and what I should wear and he was really a dear about it, though when he had enough of my sissyish chatter he would roughly grab me and pull me onto his cock for some relief and to keep me off balance. He didn't really care about those things, he just wanted to have his cock in my mouth, where it was warm and safe and hot! Funny how effectively servicing a man makes me even more submissive! Having a cock in my mouth makes me ever so confused about my life and what God intended for me, no matter what doubts I may have, they are all quickly wiped away by the mere dominance of a real man. I realize my place is to pleasure men and I find I need a hot steamy load of man cum just as any other life sustaining elixir. It is when I have successfully satisfied a man I am lovingly nursing on his spent prick that I feel truly at peace and happy. As Saturday arrived I did a nice job on cleaning up the house and prepared my party favors for the men. I found some cheesy, meaty, messy dips to make, and had chips prepared. Despite his concerns that the appetizers be catered to a manly crowd I did prepare some really delicious shrimp and cream cheese puff pastries that looked really cute on a serving tray. Walt made sure there was plenty of beer and liquor on hand as well. With the house clean and the treats prepared I went into the bathroom and had a nice bubble bath and washed my hair, which has grown out nicely. I find that the hormones Walt and his Dad started me on have really softened my skin, and my hair for that matter. I still applied some pretty lavender lotion after blotting myself dry with a fluffy towel, wrapped my hair up in the towel like real women do, and went to my room to finish up. My room...what a joke! It was his mother's room, incredibly feminine. At first it shocked me to be so surrounded with such womanly decorations, but now I find it quite comforting. It is my sanctuary. I am never fucked or used in this room, at least not so far. I removed my robe and laid back naked on the rose colored sating bedspread, luxuriating in the incredible silkiness against my skin. As if I forgot my place I reached down for my cock to play with it. I sighed feeling it's coldness now, it's reduced size and lifelessness. That's what a steady diet of testosterone blockers and female hormones will do to a sissy I guess. But I wanted it to get hard, to stroke it, stroke it hard until it shot a big load all over my tummy, just as it used to. But it was useless! All it did was upset me. I tried pulling and pinching on my nipples to excite myself, even pushing a finger or two into my boipussy. That felt wonderful and I began to think of being used and filled. My mind was excited, and I was excited inside, actually shaking a bit, but the male part of me seemed unresponsive. Let's just say what we both know! My maleness has been made totally neutral and ineffective! That's what real men have done to me. It's my fault of course, I asked for this. Men think very clearly it seems, they know what needs to be done and typically go about it without drama or second guessing. They are not emotional, indecisive and submissive as a sissy like I can be. At one point, when I was young, I thought I might be a father. I love children. But I found out some time ago that I was to small and ill equipped to satisfy a real woman. Love of children is not enough to live a lie I guess. And then there is the problem of my insatiable need for cock. God forbid I would have sired sons, they would only be messed up with a daddy who wore mommy's clothes and to be honest the temptation to keep my mouth off a growing cock, even my sons, would be a torment I'm not sure I could resist. So I admit I shed a few tears, letting go of my lifeless little prick. My balls, reduced and smooth and silky just didn't seem to be producing semen at all. I hadn't cum in some time, and the last time I did shoot it was just a few dribbles of inferior pathetic cum. Well, I had a party to help host, so I dried my tears and dressed. I wanted to be pretty for Walt, for him to be proud of me. After all, he says I am going to be his wife! That's a comfort! I wore a lovely gold corset with black piping that really does an amazing job of cinching in my waist and pushing skin up to enhance my boobage. I smiled as I realized how much bulkier my titties have become, and I took a minute to tease my nipples and moaned. It's times like these that a sissy will weigh her options...a hard little prick or boobs and cleavage? Well every time I put on a corset or a bra I know what excites me more, and its my growing titties! Sure wish the little guy would stand up and spew once in a while though! Just between us there are so many psychological and chemical changes going on in my little body that I don't know what end is up, just what my holes are for. So I attached some pretty black sheer seamed stockings to the corset, making sure my seams were straight and pretty, loving the way the sheerness felt on my smooth shaven legs. I put on a matching g string that came with the corset - you know the kind just a cheap little triangle of fabric to cover up in front, with elastic straps up the butt and around the waist. That tiny triangle of fabric did the trick in covering up the little protrusion I now possess. My bottom was deliciously exposed! I slipped on a leopard print silk blouse with low cleavage and a short black skirt and black heels. I felt pretty, and confident, and my makeup was just right based on months and months of practice. I must tell you, I looked very pretty! When the doorbell rang about 7 pm I was instructed to answer it, wearing a short frilly white apron. I'm not sure where Walt's Daddy was, I assumed he had plans for the evening and this was Walt's affair, his and his sissy fiancee's party. ] I opened the door to see Mike from work. You know Mike, right? He's that big dicked married guy who caught me sucking off Walt in the men's room that fateful day. Walt has me suck him once a week or so, in his office. Why I don't know, since everyone at work knows I'm a sissy now, I think Walt just likes showing off to the other guys at work how much control he has over me, and that he will not be saddled with some dreary genetic housewife who will disobey him, or at least ignore him as many women take their men and their delicious cocks for granted. I invited Mike in, and he gave me a playful squeeze on my ass and a swat as I turned to lead him onto the living room. I could tell he was horny and wondered what kind of affair this was to be? When Walt and Mike met they shook hands as men will do, and Walt offered him a beer. Just then the doorbell rang again and off I went, clicking my heels, to invite in another guest. This time it was someone I had never seen before, a man in his twenties I guessed, quite handsome and trim. "You must be Danielle! Boy Walt is a lucky guy! My name is Dex and I'm your neighbor, sexy girl!" "Oh, hello Dex. Won't you come in? Please follow me!" "Baby, I would follow that ass anywhere!" I wondered how much this man knew about me...did he know my secret? I couldn't say why he was there, after all that was Walt's business. I know that I put a little extra wiggle into my walk as I showed him to to the others, and enjoyed the feeling of knowing his eyes were lusting after my shapely bottom. He joined the others and then I went back to the door for more guests, all male, all seemingly horny based on the erections I could see. Well after all I was dressed really pretty, and my shoulder length red wig was quite stunning! As soon as the guest began arriving Walt encouraged me to drink a bit, and relax. In fact he made me what he called a sissy cocktail. It was kind of sweet, with cherries in it and had a bit of a kick that I couldn't make out. He was right of course, I needed to relax a bit, and I began enjoying my role and being so darned pretty surrounded by all the manly men. Being the only girl they watched me constantly, and I made sure my femmy mannerisms and talents were on full display. After all, I wanted Walt to be proud of me. I could hear that big jerk Mike from work tell everyone what a hot little cocksucker I had become. Said I was born to suck cock and please men. They laughed and nodded at me, some blushed, it was kind of humiliating, all these men knowing I had become a cock slut. It's true of course, but must my shame be public knowledge? I guess there were about six or seven men there when Walt's Daddy arrived, with a friend of his. They joined the other men and I was ordered to take some serving trays and serve snacks to our guests. I minced around the men, listening to their conversations, trying to get an idea what was going on, but it was all typical male conversation...you know...sports, cars, politics. I used to be able to carry my weight in those conversations, to some extent, I never could handle sports talk though, I was hopelessly lost there. Now I don't even try. And after the four or five sissy cocktails Walt gave me I really didn't care to try. I was all girl this evening and totally immersed in the role of hostess! I went about my duties and felt really pretty and totally submissive in front of all those men. Can you imagine, being all dressed up and pretty, your little peeny tucked behind a small triangle of fabric, serving real men snacks and laughing sweetly at the odd comments about my appearance, or fuckability? I hoped my tiny bump didn't give me away, but I guess it didn't really matter. If men wanted me, they would take me and use me. Their provocative talk only tickled and excited me, I was getting really drunk, really horny, feeling a strong need to pleasure penis...any penis, all of them! As I was serving one of the men his drink, I think it was a cousin of Walt's or something, he was this big brutish man in tight ill fitting clothes. He was the worst at glaring at me and ogling me, openly rubbing his hard mound right through his pants so that I could see... Walt came to me and put his arm around me and the men silenced to hear what he had to say. I felt very relaxed and comfortable with my man's arm around me. "Fellas, what do you think of my Danielle here? Isn't she great?" "She's hot, man. Great legs!" "Sweet, Walt, will you share her?" The men all chuckled and talked amongst themselves for a moment excited about the prospect of enjoying my talents. "Guys, I've got something to show you. Danielle, remove your apron, honey." I did as I was told, undoing the pretty bow I had made in the back and it dropped to the floor. "Do you see how obedient she is to me, guys? She'll do whatever I tell her! Danielle, strip down to your lingerie and show the men how pretty you are!" Like a zombie, a lovesick zombie, I did as he told, removing my blouse and skirt to the whistles and applause of the men. I could see a few had focused on my little mound, a wicked smile or two appeared. "Danielle take off your little panties and show the real men your little clitty!" I giggled, holding onto Walt's arm for comfort. I looked across the room to see Walt's Daddy's face, full of smiles, his eyes darting among the men in the room, wanting to appreciate the moment when they realized what I really was. "Is that a dick? What the hell?" "No way, too small for a cock. Is she one of those hermaphrodites I've read about online?" There were a few laughs and snickers. Walt reassured them and their male insecurities. It seems some men are seriously bruised after realizing they have been attracted to a sissyboi, the poor things! "Guys, guys...no way. What you have before you is a Class A fully devoted tranny sissy bitch slut! Thanks to my Dad for helping me with all of the training! She does what she's told and she sucks cock like a champion. She'll even drink my piss for me when I'm too lazy to get up from the couch or having to wait for a commercial on TV to drain my tool!" I looked up, my eyes had been cast to the ground. I could see the guys were getting hot, some openly rubbing themselves, others piercing into my eyes with a combination of wonderment, excitement, and disgust. "Hey Walt" It was the neighbor I had met at the door. He seemed so nice! "Yeah, Dex?" "This seems kind of extreme doesn't it? I mean, what does this little fag want? Is he cool with this, you making him into a girl...a totally fuckable one, I might add!" "Who care what she thinks, man? Look at it this way. If you had a tiny little cock like that, one that could never please anyone, man or woman, and you didn't even have the strength, the manhood, to stop a real man from doing this to you, do you deserve to even live as a guy?" "He's got a point!" "Poor bastard, I'd hate to be hung like that. I've seen a bigger cock on a two year old, and it's so smooth and soft looking! I eat my wife all the time and I swear her clitoris is bigger!" Dex walked up before me, his big almost erect cock arching up to meet me, Walt smiled proudly as I submissively dropped to my knees and looked up at Dex lovingly, his getting very close to my eager lips. The guys laughed as I lunged at Dex's hot looking cock and took the head into my mouth. It was heaven, girls! Eight inches of veiny, hard cock! Dex was a ginger, and I delighted in the freckles around his cock and buried my face until I was poked repeatedly with his red wiry pubes! It was a great cock, uncut, juicy, and it pulsed in my mouth. What more could a girl want? "As you can see she can't get enough cock. Dex buddy you just go ahead and fuck her mouth til you spew. I owe you for lending me your power tools dude. Go ahead and use her mouth, fuck it and way you want." The men watched closely as Dex grabbed a big hold of my hair and started fucking my face, harder and harder. With his other hand he held me firmly by the throat. I couldn't get away and didn't want to. I was so horny to suck, to drink cum, that I was in sissy heaven. I felt so crazy, so alive, so used! With a couple of big grunts Dex came down my throat and I swallowed instinctively. The smell of his cum was so overpowering it was making me nuts! I felt a few hot loads of cum streak across and hit my chest, my legs, my face. Guys have limits you know, I'm sorry I wasn't available to swallow their loads as well, but Dex was very slow to release the hold on my neck and remove his softened cock from my loving mouth! I was in a dreamlike state, sucking softly on a penis, wanting to get all the precious goo, to clean it like a good little sissy maid would do. I was so content and happy, despite performing this submissive blow job before a room of horny men! Walt's Dad strode to our side and took my hand. "Now, Danielle, with that magnificent display of sissy submission, come with me, to the garage. We have a surprise for you!" I couldn't imagine what it could be, but I was excited. My little sissyclit felt so nice out in the open like that, and the embarrassment of being so tiny and on display had me really horny, I don't know why! I could feel my butt hole itching and my mouth was parched...gosh I needed cock! We entered the garage through the access door in the kitchen and I was surprised at the brightness of the garage, which was closed. There was a tarp or something on the floor, and sheets hanging. There in the center was and odd table like device. As I quietly walked over to it, curious at what it was for, the men began to mumble and chatter. Walt kissed my hand so sweetly, then pulled me over the end of the table. My bottom was exposed, and there was a cutout in the crotch area. He bent me over and I felt several men apply straps to my wrists. I just looked into Walt's handsome smiling face. He winked at me, Gosh I love it when he does that! I felt my legs spread and a bar applied so that I was spread SO far apart! I giggled at being so exposed. I could feel a cool breeze at my sissycunt, and imagined how hot I looked with with my black seemed stockings and heels, bent over and vulnerable like this! Walt's Dad leaned over, kissed me sweetly on the lips, and then inserted what I later learned was a ball gag into my mouth. It felt weird, but I accepted it, hell the way I felt anything could happen. I imagined I was to be gang fucked, and resigned myself to this latest indignity. The latest male conquest of my nearly dead masculinity. But why would Walt share my ass when he had never fucked me himself? After all Walt's Dad has been denying his son this pleasure, keeping my ass all to himself under the pretense of training purposes. Men are weird, I thought, and I'd let them have their fun, besides who am I to stop them? Would I hit at them with my weak little arms, being afraid they might actually hit me and hurt me, maybe bruise my face or something? I could never stop them, any of them, I just couldn't. As I lay there, exposed to the men, surrounded by their masculinity. I noticed that most of the men had stripped completely naked, or were at least in their shorts. They were stroking their cocks. I looked at them with lust, wanting their meat, all of it! So much testosterone on display...you could feel it, smell it, in the air. Something big was about to happen and I was the center of attention. I was lusted after, and it excited me so damn much! The air was heavy with excitement as I awaited my fate.